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Friday, August 30, 2013

The Jam Jars of 2013

A few images of domestic bliss which convey nothing about this horrible week. The things we get up to when in the throes of a small crisis, hey? I suspect that these jam jars mark the sputtering end of an era. Change is afoot. Would you like to share something bittersweet? I'd love to giveaway a jar of rhubarb jam. Comment on this post, and I'll draw a winner randomly on Monday night.

Bitter only, perhaps? Too soon yet to tell...I finally found and signed up for a beginner adult ballet class, joined a great gym and Wednesday night my hip dislocated as I walked across a dance floor to get my dancing queen friend...I am angry. I am sad. I can walk today without the brass handled {gives a smelly hand} cane...

Oh Lizzie, I do hope the end brings a wonderful begin for you.xoAndrea